His 'n' His

Oh me and my guy We got his 'n' his electric shavers His 'n' his jeans His 'n' his trainers Two grown dudes in a similar size - me and my guy In synchrony at five foot eleven in height I love looking in the mirror standing side by side Wearing his 'n' his suits with his 'n' his ties And everything's so interchangeable We can swap things whenever we choose If I'm bored of my wardrobe I'll raid his drawers I'll take his shorts, he'll wear my shoes And sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things (Ooh la la la, ooh la la la) Makes me feel smug with all the convenience that brings So whatever is mine is his and whatever is his can be mine And we'll stay nauseatingly happy 'til the end of time Just me and my guy Looking back on a time in another life I never thought I could be happy or find my stride I thought relationships were for fools who liked to follow a crowd That's 'coz back in those days it seemed the odds were stacked The boys would kiss the girls on the bus at the back Turns out opposites don't necessarily always attract Now I sit snuggled up in our bedroom I guess I've become one of those following fools One who's able to share all his male underwear His 'n' his toys, his 'n' his rules And sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things (Ooh la la la, ooh la la la) Makes us feel smug with all the convenience that brings So whatever is mine is his and whatever is his can be mine And we'll be nauseatingly happy 'til the end of time Just me and my guy Oh me and my guy Though we get to share all our "boys' toys" and toiletries That ain't where the similarities end There's no feelings of envy or jealousy Sharing crushes on all the same men (Yes!) And I never have to explain Why my little brain has been programmed this way Because oh he gets it, like I get it We're in tune and locked on the same page We got his 'n' his dreams, his 'n' his goals This his 'n' his life, it never gets old I will walk in these shoes 'til the soles have died Sometimes when we're lying under the covers at night I still get excited, it still makes me smile That I'm sharing my bed, lying side by side with another guy And there's nothing else I can compare to this Growing up we never saw these scenes Watching friends struggling to navigate the world of boys with girls Guess it wasn't for me Now sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things (Ooh la la la, ooh la la la) Makes us feel smug with all the convenience that brings So whatever is mine is his and whatever is his can be mine And we'll stay nauseatingly happy 'til the end of time Just me and my guy Oh me and my guy Oh me and my guy